Burn ft. Big Sean
Meek Mill Lyrics


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God (yeah)
Oh God (boy)
Yeah, G.O.O.D. (MMG, nigga)

Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong, umm, he checked
Right back to that money slingin' O's in the p-jects (yeah)
Or prolly catchin' mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet (woah)
'Cause we next and we flex like

90PX (woah), workin' all night, no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom, yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I'm twenty three years old and I ain't ridin' in a Prius (swerve)
My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated (boy)
Threw him twenty thousand dollars told his ass congratulations (ah)
'Cause, me? I wasn't made for that shit
But I could prolly hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin', I pray to God that you see me
I'm on a yacht getting hella high, smokin' good, that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha, grabbin' on her chi-chi's
Million dollar deals on my email, you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed
Chain all V.S., bitch, you knows it's B.S., boy I run my city

End of story, nigga P.S
All white Maybach, Green Bay, they packin'
Y'all niggas was slackin' 'member the hard nights we trappin'
And they say life's a game of chess, you can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it's Damier and we bombs away on y'all big rappers
I say, "Yeah, nigga, I murder that", Panamera, inserted back
Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white, was servin' that, I been to jail I ain't goin' back
I alley-oop your bitch off that backboard, she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin'd your ho, nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross, my chain rock like I know, Jigga
Thats cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that, Cujo

Niggas wanna talk, what they gon' say? (gon' say)
I hit the pedal 'til that motherfucka break ('til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfucka's gotta pay (boy, yeah)
So let that shit burn (burn)
Let that shit burn (burn), I'ma let that shit burn (burn)
Let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire (oh God), I'm only gettin' higher (swerve)
Fifty racks all in my pocket (swerve, boy)
I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn

Bitch, I had one shot and I ain't blow it
Ridin' 'til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra

Burn, bitch, I let it burn, bitch
My money straighter than a motherfuckin' perm, bitch
No navigation you can see that it's my turn, chyeah (swerve, swerve)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit

Oh that's your girl? Damn, nigga, you ain't learn shit
She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern shit
Yup, I swear that MAC-10 is my barbell, Finally Famous, the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit, different day I ain't broke no more, it's a different day
Don't turn me down I got shit to say
My purp strong, like it's liftin' weightss
It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom-pom's
My Rollie don't tick-tock, your shit sound like a time bomb (boom, boom)
Lil' bitch (bitch, bitch)

Niggas wanna talk, what they gon' say? (gon' say)
I hit the pedal 'til that motherfucka break ('til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this (boy), you motherfucka's gotta pay
So let that shit burn (burn)
Let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
I'ma let that shit burn (burn), let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire (God), I'm only gettin' higher
Fifty racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn (burn)
Let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
I'ma let that shit burn (burn), let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)




The roof on fire (God), I'm only gettin' higher
Fifty racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn (burn)

Overall Meaning

Meek Mill's song Burn ft. Big Sean is a braggadocious track that celebrates success, wealth, and power. The lyrics revolve around Meek Mill's ambition, work ethic, and determination to succeed. He talks about his expensive chain, his luxurious car, and his newly acquired wealth. He also makes references to the people who doubted him, the struggles he faced while coming up, and the sacrifices he made to get to where he is today.


Throughout the song, Meek Mill uses baseball metaphors to describe his success. He mentions hitting home runs, playing chess instead of checkers, and winning at life. He also talks about his love for money and how it gives him the power to control his own destiny. The chorus, "So let that shit burn, Let that shit burn, I'ma let that shit burn," is a call to action, urging his listeners to let go of their doubts and fears and embrace their own power and wealth.


In conclusion, "Burn" is a song about Meek Mill's rise to success and the confidence and power that comes with it. It's a song about overcoming obstacles, taking control, and living life on your own terms. With its bold lyrics and catchy beat, it's an anthem for anyone who wants to seize their own power and make their dreams a reality.


Line by Line Meaning

Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
I wear expensive diamond chains, I don't deal with bullshit


Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
You can find me in your city, driving through the Bronx at full speed


Skinny nigga but I do it large like a 3X
Despite being physically skinny, I live large and extravagant like a size 3X


The last nigga tried to do me wrong, umm, he checked
The last person who attempted to harm or deceive me got what he deserved


Right back to that money slingin' O's in the p-jects
Immediately return to making money and selling illegal substances in the projects


Or prolly catchin' mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Perhaps I'm flying in a private jet, while the pilot takes control, traveling long distances


'Cause we next and we flex like 90PX (woah)
Because we are the next big thing and we flex with an impressive level of style and power


Workin' all night, no breaks or a recess
I work tirelessly throughout the night, without taking any breaks or rest


Vroom vroom, yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
The sound of my car engine resembles that of a roaring T-Rex


Bitch, I'm twenty three years old and I ain't ridin' in a Prius (swerve)
I'm only twenty-three but I refuse to drive a cheap car like a Prius


My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated (boy)
My cousin successfully completed his education, and I'm proud of him


Threw him twenty thousand dollars told his ass congratulations (ah)
I rewarded him with twenty thousand dollars and congratulated him


'Cause, me? I wasn't made for that shit
Because that type of life wasn't meant for someone like me


But I could prolly hire him and who all paid for his shit
However, I have the ability to employ him and support him financially


And to all the hoes that was dissin', I pray to God that you see me
To all the women who were talking badly about me, I hope they witness my success


I'm on a yacht getting hella high, smokin' good, that seaweed
I'm enjoying myself on a luxurious yacht, smoking high-quality marijuana


Bad bitch in her cha-cha, grabbin' on her chi-chi's
I have an attractive woman with me, dancing provocatively and fondling her breasts


Million dollar deals on my email, you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed
I receive million dollar business deals through email, and you're angry because you're not included


Chain all V.S., bitch, you knows it's B.S., boy I run my city
I wear very expensive diamond chains, and you know that all the nonsense is fake. I'm the one in control of my city


End of story, nigga P.S
That's the end of the story, I have no further comments


All white Maybach, Green Bay, they packin'
I drive a white Maybach luxury car, representing the Green Bay city where people carry weapons


Y'all niggas was slackin' 'member the hard nights we trappin'
Remember those difficult nights we spent hustling and trapping


And they say life's a game of chess, you can play checkers all on my jacket
People claim that life is like a game of chess, but you're only playing checkers compared to what's displayed on my jacket


Cause it's Damier and we bombs away on y'all big rappers
Because I wear Damier (a luxury brand) and my team is successfully attacking other prominent rappers


I say, 'Yeah, nigga, I murder that', Panamera, inserted back
I confidently state that I excel in my music, while driving a Panamera car with the seats adjusted to the extreme


Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my burger at?
People claim to want a conflict, but they better bring it on, just like bringing a burger to a cookout


I got white, was servin' that, I been to jail I ain't goin' back
I used to sell cocaine, but I've been to prison and won't go back there


I alley-oop your bitch off that backboard, she throw it back
I pass your woman to my friends like an alley-oop in basketball, and she reciprocates by engaging in sexual activities


I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin'd your ho, nigga
I have sexual encounters with women and perform spectacularly, just like a slam dunk by the basketball player Blake Griffin


Maybach with Ricky Ross, my chain rock like I know, Jigga
I ride in a Maybach car with Rick Ross, and my diamond chains shine as if I know Jay-Z personally


Thats cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That's because I engage in promiscuous activities, and I'm acknowledging my new sexual partner


That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that, Cujo
The color of her vagina is pink like the alcoholic drink Nuvo, and I dominate her like a savage dog


I hit the pedal 'til that motherfucka break ('til it break)
I continuously press the pedal of my car until it no longer functions


Freaky bitches love the money I make
Promiscuous women are attracted to me because of my wealth


And to live like this you motherfucka's gotta pay (boy, yeah)
If you want to live a luxurious lifestyle like mine, you have to pay for it


So let that shit burn (burn)
Let all the negativity and hate burn away


The roof on fire (oh God), I'm only gettin' higher (swerve)
The situation is becoming explosive and intense, but I'm only becoming more successful and elevated


Fifty racks all in my pocket (swerve, boy)
I have fifty thousand dollars in my pocket, showing off my wealth


Bitch, I had one shot and I ain't blow it
I had only one opportunity, and I didn't waste it


Ridin' 'til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I'm riding until my car's wheels fall off and it needs to be towed away


I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
I have stacks of money on top of more stacks, giving the appearance that I grow money


D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra
The Detroit neighborhood supports and respects me like I'm a powerful king cobra snake


Burn, bitch, I let it burn, bitch
I'm causing destruction and chaos, letting everything go up in flames


My money straighter than a motherfuckin' perm, bitch
My wealth is so straight and legitimate that it's comparable to a perfectly straightened hair


No navigation you can see that it's my turn, chyeah (swerve, swerve)
I don't need anyone to guide me, it's obvious that it's my time to shine


Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit
Even though she performs oral sex on me, she still hasn't learned anything significant


Oh that's your girl? Damn, nigga, you ain't learn shit
If that woman is your girlfriend, then you obviously haven't learned anything about loyalty


She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern shit
She's undressed in my recording studio, just like the provocative situations on the Howard Stern Show


Yup, I swear that MAC-10 is my barbell, Finally Famous, the cartel
I proudly state that a MAC-10 gun is my form of exercise, and my crew is like a powerful criminal organization


Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
I had sexual intercourse with your girl in my car, and now her vagina has a fresh and exciting scent


Same shit, different day I ain't broke no more, it's a different day
Every day feels the same, but I'm no longer poor. Each day is a new opportunity for success


Don't turn me down I got shit to say
Don't reject me, I have important things to share


My purp strong, like it's liftin' weightss
My purple marijuana strain is potent and powerful, as if it's lifting weights


It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom-pom's
It's Sean Don (referring to himself) drinking Chandon champagne, and I have a stunning woman with me who is cheering enthusiastically


My Rollie don't tick-tock, your shit sound like a time bomb (boom, boom)
My Rolex watch doesn't make a ticking sound, while yours sounds like an imminent explosion


Niggas wanna talk, what they gon' say? (gon' say)
People love to gossip, but what can they really say?


So let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
Allow all the negativity and hate to burn completely, like a fire fueled by gasoline


The roof on fire (God), I'm only gettin' higher
The situation is becoming explosive and intense, but I'm only rising higher in my success


Fifty racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn (burn)
I have fifty thousand dollars in my pocket, and I want to celebrate by drinking expensive bottles. I'll let everything burn away


I'ma let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
I'm going to let everything burn away, like a fire fueled by gasoline


Bitch, I had one shot and I ain't blow it
I only had one chance, and I didn't waste it


Ridin' 'til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I'm driving until my car's wheels fall off and it needs to be towed away


I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
I have stacks of money on top of more stacks, giving the impression that I grow money


D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra
The Detroit neighborhood supports and respects me like I'm a powerful king cobra snake


Burn, bitch, I let it burn, bitch
I'm causing destruction and chaos, letting everything go up in flames


My money straighter than a motherfuckin' perm, bitch
My wealth is so straight and legitimate that it's comparable to a perfectly straightened hair


No navigation you can see that it's my turn, chyeah (swerve, swerve)
I don't need anyone to guide me, it's obvious that it's my time to shine


Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit
Even though she performs oral sex on me, she still hasn't learned anything significant


Oh that's your girl? Damn, nigga, you ain't learn shit
If that woman is your girlfriend, then you obviously haven't learned anything about loyalty


She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern shit
She's undressed in my recording studio, just like the provocative situations on the Howard Stern Show


Yup, I swear that MAC-10 is my barbell, Finally Famous, the cartel
I proudly state that a MAC-10 gun is my form of exercise, and my crew is like a powerful criminal organization


Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
I had sexual intercourse with your girl in my car, and now her vagina has a fresh and exciting scent


Same shit, different day I ain't broke no more, it's a different day
Every day feels the same, but I'm no longer poor. Each day is a new opportunity for success


Don't turn me down I got shit to say
Don't reject me, I have important things to share


My purp strong, like it's liftin' weightss
My purple marijuana strain is potent and powerful, as if it's lifting weights


It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom-pom's
It's Sean Don (referring to himself) drinking Chandon champagne, and I have a stunning woman with me who is cheering enthusiastically


My Rollie don't tick-tock, your shit sound like a time bomb (boom, boom)
My Rolex watch doesn't make a ticking sound, while yours sounds like an imminent explosion


Lil' bitch (bitch, bitch)
Referring to someone as a little bitch, emphasizing disdain


Niggas wanna talk, what they gon' say? (gon' say)
People love to talk and gossip, but what do they really have to say?


I hit the pedal 'til that motherfucka break ('til it break)
I press the accelerator pedal of my car until it breaks


Freaky bitches love the money I make
Promiscuous women are attracted to me because of the money I earn


And to live like this (boy), you motherfucka's gotta pay
If you want to live a lifestyle like mine, you have to be willing to pay for it


So let that shit burn (burn)
Let all the negativity and hate burn away


The roof on fire (God), I'm only gettin' higher
The intensity of the situation is rising, and my success is increasing


Fifty racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn (burn)
I have fifty thousand dollars in my pocket, and I want to celebrate with expensive bottles. I'll let everything else burn away


Let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
Allow everything to burn away, like a fire fueled by gasoline


I'ma let that shit burn (burn), let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
I'm going to let everything burn away, like a fire fueled by gasoline


The roof on fire (God), I'm only gettin' higher
The intensity of the situation is rising, and my success is increasing


Fifty racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn (burn)
I have fifty thousand dollars in my pocket, and I want to celebrate with expensive bottles. I'll let everything else burn away




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Alexander Izquierdo, Orlando Jahlil Tucker, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Sean Michael Anderson

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@scaryfstball100

8 years later & this song still never got the respect it deserved.

@thotbreakmeek1171

Swear. The back n fourth flow they had was once in a generation

@tegabiz88

📠.

@jamesharden2575

Agreed

@joshl2188

FUCKING FACTS

@muttmizzle

I Stg you aint never lied💯

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@ZakSwagman

honestly, i still think this is one of the hardest songs ever

@alexc08

Hell yea just saying that myself

@LuckyO97

Look up young pappy it will change

@brandonmcgillis

That’s why I came back to listen in 2019

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